My Chemical Romance Boy Division (2012: Conventional Weapons)

Текст песни "My Chemical Romance — Boy Division (2012: Conventional Weapons)"

If all my enemies threw a party

Would you light the candles

Would you drink the wine

While watching television

Watch the animals

All the tragedies

Sell your arteries

And buy my casket gown

It better be black

It better be tight

It better be just my size

I’m stalking these metro malls

And airport halls

And all these schoolgirls say

I’m not asking

You’re not telling

He’s not dead he only looks that

Way out nowhere

Take me out there

Far away and save me from my

Self destruction

Hopeless for ya

Sing a song for California

I buy my enemies rope to hang me

And the knives to gang me

You can watch them stab me

On your television

Stalk the halls

Because the bathroom walls

Would have a lot to say

About the lines youre putting down

It better be white

It better be cut

It better be just my size

Until my capillaries burst from boredom

I’ll be waiting

I’m not laughing

You’re not joking

I’m not dead, I only dress that

Way out nowhere

Take me out there

Far away and save me from my

Self destruction

Hopeless for ya

Sing a song for California

Wherever you are

Wherever you are

Whoever you are

Whoever you are

we got the bomb we got the bomb lets go

we got the bomb we got the bomb lets go

Way out nowhere

Take me out there

Far away and save me from my

Self destruction

Hopeless for ya

Say a prayer for California

We got the bomb